<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706304</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:53:50.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yenn's studio</title><subtitle type='html'>this studio speaks my hundred languages...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yennstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706304/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yennstudio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>yenn...(",)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09367236960226790269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://sg.geocities.com/yenn_ang/colours.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706304.post-114510294081762139</id><published>2006-04-15T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T21:57:15.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter three: mother and child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/980/2567/1600/virgin-and-child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/980/2567/320/virgin-and-child.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bartolome Esteban Murillo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Virgin and Child,&lt;/strong&gt; 1675-80&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oil on canvas (1.66 x 1.09m)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i remembered as a child, i was more attached to my mum than dad, she took care of me till i was 2 years old, when she gave birth to my sister. grandma looked after me then, and she's probably one of the most influential people in my early years. i remembered how she would carry me down the bed every morning, and how i would cry when i opened my eyes and did not see her face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;grandma speaks only &lt;em&gt;hokkien&lt;/em&gt;, somehow, i picked up &lt;em&gt;hokkien&lt;/em&gt; dialect along the years when she was around. she was the only person in the family who communicates with me in &lt;em&gt;hokkien&lt;/em&gt;. sad to say, i lost this language when she passed away some years later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1997&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;grandma was still lying on her mattress one morning when i was awake. she called me. she wanted a cup of &lt;em&gt;kopi&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;hun gee&lt;/em&gt; (cigarette). she just kept lying there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;soon, dad came back and carried grandma on his back to his pick-up. i stood at the door, crying. somehow, i knew grandma would not come back anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/980/2567/1600/grandma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/980/2567/200/grandma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to many people, &lt;em&gt;hokkien&lt;/em&gt; sounds crude and rude. however, it is a beautiful lanuguage to me even though i can only understand but not speak well today. it may not have great impact on me now, but it is probably the only connection that brings back memories of grandma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706304-114510294081762139?l=yennstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yennstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/114510294081762139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706304&amp;postID=114510294081762139' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706304/posts/default/114510294081762139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706304/posts/default/114510294081762139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yennstudio.blogspot.com/2006/04/chapter-three-mother-and-child.html' title='chapter three: mother and child'/><author><name>yenn...(",)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09367236960226790269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://sg.geocities.com/yenn_ang/colours.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706304.post-114510141500162279</id><published>2006-04-15T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T19:43:35.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter two: a child is born</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/980/2567/1600/achildisborn.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/980/2567/320/achildisborn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Lennart Nilsson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Child is Born&lt;/strong&gt;, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1980&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;first baby in the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;21 february&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the kampong was excited about this new life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3:54am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;grandma was hoping for a baby boy to carry on the family line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706304-114510141500162279?l=yennstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yennstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/114510141500162279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706304&amp;postID=114510141500162279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706304/posts/default/114510141500162279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706304/posts/default/114510141500162279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yennstudio.blogspot.com/2006/04/chapter-two-child-is-born.html' title='chapter two: a child is born'/><author><name>yenn...(",)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09367236960226790269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://sg.geocities.com/yenn_ang/colours.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706304.post-114509764966051596</id><published>2006-04-15T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T18:50:25.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter one: creation of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/980/2567/1600/adam.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/980/2567/320/adam.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michelangelo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Creation of Adam&lt;/strong&gt;, 1508-12&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Detail of fresco on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/980/2567/1600/adam.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"... earthbound Adam and figure of god rushing through the sky. this relationship becomes more meaningful as Adam strains toward his creator and also toward Eve..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i do not know much about adam and eve, but i am sure all mankind needs a companion. a friend once said, i wonder if adam was put on earth by god to suffer a lonely and boring existence, until eve came along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dad and mum fell in love and got married when they were barely 20 years old. if sigmund freud's notion of instinctual needs is true, then that probably explains how a man and a woman get together, and created life. love is the basis for creation of life.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/980/2567/1600/dad-mum.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/980/2567/200/dad-mum.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/980/2567/1600/dad-mum.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706304-114509764966051596?l=yennstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yennstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/114509764966051596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706304&amp;postID=114509764966051596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706304/posts/default/114509764966051596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706304/posts/default/114509764966051596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yennstudio.blogspot.com/2006/04/chapter-one-creation-of-life.html' title='chapter one: creation of life'/><author><name>yenn...(",)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09367236960226790269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://sg.geocities.com/yenn_ang/colours.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706304.post-114509515165488253</id><published>2006-04-15T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T00:56:03.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>art is a lesson about life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/980/2567/1600/k2graduation.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/980/2567/200/k2graduation.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the previous work that i posted was actually meant for my life story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;that was an assignment to explore my personal and social development from birth, and so i chose to write a story, and i called it "windows"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm not good at writing, but i believe what comes from my heart is good enough to touch other people's hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyway decided to share a little about this story "windows", will break it into different chapters in my posts so it's easier to read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706304-114509515165488253?l=yennstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yennstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/114509515165488253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706304&amp;postID=114509515165488253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706304/posts/default/114509515165488253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706304/posts/default/114509515165488253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yennstudio.blogspot.com/2006/04/art-is-lesson-about-life.html' title='art is a lesson about life...'/><author><name>yenn...(",)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09367236960226790269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://sg.geocities.com/yenn_ang/colours.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706304.post-114508609577300752</id><published>2006-04-15T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T17:48:34.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if colours could speak... ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/980/2567/1600/windows.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/980/2567/400/windows.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Windows" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cover Design&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photgraphy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the windows represent many facets of my life, from the day i was born, to who i am today. each and every window holds a colour of life, depicting my different moments and life stages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;orange&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my innocent and cheerful childhood. life was simple, but i believe i am a happy child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a window that represents my character and personality. i believe i am unique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;red&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this colour represents my passion and how i treat life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;purple&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; romance and love. a window that captures my fantasies and dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this is my colour of loyalty. it represents my kinship and my race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my depressing and upset moments. at times, i get really emotional and sentimental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;dark red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when things get out of control, and when i feel angry and frustrated with life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;still, there are other windows, waiting for colours and experiences to be filled... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706304-114508609577300752?l=yennstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yennstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/114508609577300752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706304&amp;postID=114508609577300752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706304/posts/default/114508609577300752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706304/posts/default/114508609577300752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yennstudio.blogspot.com/2006/04/if-colours-could-speak.html' title='if colours could speak... ...'/><author><name>yenn...(",)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09367236960226790269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://sg.geocities.com/yenn_ang/colours.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706304.post-114451020681304470</id><published>2006-04-08T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T12:48:53.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>爸爸:"记得回家吃饭..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/980/2567/1600/dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/980/2567/320/dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/980/2567/1600/dad-essay.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;爸爸的脸&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oil on canvas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;40 x 50 cm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/980/2567/1600/dad-essay.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" height="242" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/980/2567/320/dad-essay.0.jpg" width="348" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706304-114451020681304470?l=yennstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yennstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/114451020681304470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706304&amp;postID=114451020681304470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706304/posts/default/114451020681304470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706304/posts/default/114451020681304470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yennstudio.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='爸爸:&quot;记得回家吃饭...&quot;'/><author><name>yenn...(",)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09367236960226790269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://sg.geocities.com/yenn_ang/colours.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706304.post-114389828856718179</id><published>2006-04-01T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T22:19:11.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little souls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/980/2567/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/980/2567/400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/980/2567/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/980/2567/400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/980/2567/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/980/2567/400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little Souls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Paint on cloth (600 x 150cm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;this is a wonderful creation by me and 18 lovely kids...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we created this work with mischief, music, dance, and lots of household utensils and gardening tools!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;jackson pollock once said," on the floor i'm more at ease. i feel nearer, more a part of the painting. since this way i can walk around it, work from the four sides and literally be in the painting..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and yes, we created this piece or work on the floor by spreading the piece of white cloth on the floor, nothing is planned ahead, but i think this is a painting that speaks louder than words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;art ought to be spontaneous right? and i guess sometimes it requires a little mystery, a little vagueness, a little fantasy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706304-114389828856718179?l=yennstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yennstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/114389828856718179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706304&amp;postID=114389828856718179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706304/posts/default/114389828856718179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706304/posts/default/114389828856718179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yennstudio.blogspot.com/2006/04/little-souls.html' title='little souls'/><author><name>yenn...(",)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09367236960226790269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://sg.geocities.com/yenn_ang/colours.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706304.post-114348130410559092</id><published>2006-03-28T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T01:45:53.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"body" language</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/980/2567/1600/figures.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/980/2567/320/figures.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Figures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chinese ink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;this series of drawings is an attempt to put actions and movements on paper in the least possible time, say 10s... it is created with chinese ink, speed, and maybe a little guts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's not difficult, but the challenge is you do not know how the work will turn out, because most of the time, you were busy looking at movements than what you're drawing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it doesn't matter if the final product looks good, it's the process that matters...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706304-114348130410559092?l=yennstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yennstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/114348130410559092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706304&amp;postID=114348130410559092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706304/posts/default/114348130410559092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706304/posts/default/114348130410559092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yennstudio.blogspot.com/2006/03/body-language.html' title='&quot;body&quot; language'/><author><name>yenn...(",)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09367236960226790269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://sg.geocities.com/yenn_ang/colours.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706304.post-114330072739675462</id><published>2006-03-25T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T18:03:22.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>玻璃真的是透明的吗 ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/980/2567/1600/glass2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/980/2567/320/glass2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;this work is supposed to reflect myself. the lecturer wanted us to use one material to create something that best tells our character. i guess what we like reflects who we are. so i chose glass, it used to be my favourite building material. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;clear, plain, transparent, and i see through it because it is easy to understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/980/2567/1600/glass.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/980/2567/320/glass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well don't really like this material as much as i used to (or rather i chose not to).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't want to be someone who is cold to the touch, fragile, and breaks easily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/980/2567/1600/glass3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/980/2567/320/glass3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706304-114330072739675462?l=yennstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yennstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/114330072739675462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706304&amp;postID=114330072739675462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706304/posts/default/114330072739675462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706304/posts/default/114330072739675462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yennstudio.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title='玻璃真的是透明的吗 ?'/><author><name>yenn...(",)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09367236960226790269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://sg.geocities.com/yenn_ang/colours.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706304.post-114327507601579871</id><published>2006-03-25T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T04:45:42.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if trees speak...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/980/2567/1600/trees.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/980/2567/320/trees.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/980/2567/1600/trees.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nature Speaks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acrylic (74 x 104 cm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;was asked to sketch what i see in a still-life drawing class, starts to scribble away on my sketch book and of course, my trees don't look like how they should look like... never mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went back and edited the pictures a little, painted them with acrylic, a little thoughts, and lots of patience. forgot how long it took me to finish painting this piece, but it is certainly one of the works i like best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if trees speak, what would i hear? do they have feelings like us too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706304-114327507601579871?l=yennstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yennstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/114327507601579871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706304&amp;postID=114327507601579871' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706304/posts/default/114327507601579871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706304/posts/default/114327507601579871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yennstudio.blogspot.com/2006/03/if-trees-speak.html' title='if trees speak...'/><author><name>yenn...(",)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09367236960226790269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://sg.geocities.com/yenn_ang/colours.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706304.post-114326751981701383</id><published>2006-03-25T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T14:18:39.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>searching...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;as a child, i loved the freedom of running around, discovering and creating things, shaping and re-shaping my imagination and fantasies. life was very simple, and all i had was a carefree attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i grow older, the world in me becomes smaller and smaller. things i can do and things i want to do are confined to limitations of time, rules, my environment and people around me. there are boundaries surrounding my personal space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i need to break through. and to me, the process of creating allows me to explore freely, and pull me away from narrow boundaries, once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this studio speaks my hundred languages...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706304-114326751981701383?l=yennstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yennstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/114326751981701383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706304&amp;postID=114326751981701383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706304/posts/default/114326751981701383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706304/posts/default/114326751981701383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yennstudio.blogspot.com/2006/03/searching.html' title='searching...'/><author><name>yenn...(",)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09367236960226790269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://sg.geocities.com/yenn_ang/colours.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706304.post-114326670939570127</id><published>2006-03-25T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T14:05:09.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my studio</title><content type='html'>welcome to yenn's studio...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706304-114326670939570127?l=yennstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yennstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/114326670939570127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706304&amp;postID=114326670939570127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706304/posts/default/114326670939570127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706304/posts/default/114326670939570127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yennstudio.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-studio.html' title='my studio'/><author><name>yenn...(",)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09367236960226790269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://sg.geocities.com/yenn_ang/colours.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
